After taking off his hat, Darlington does what he can with one free hand, grateful for the efficient help the woman provides after a moment or two. In its way, the businesslike treatment is almost a comfort; lingering in concern won't get either of them any closer to those buildings shadowed in the distance. Only careful, hard work will do the job, and making damn sure neither of them pass out in the process.

"Injuries? No," he says, after a quick survey of how he feels beneath the exhaustion and the pounding sensation of his pulse after so much exertion. He glances down at his chest, as if thinking he'll see something to contradict his certainty, but only for a moment. "Still walking the edge of passing out like a noon drinker in the sand, but it's nothing more water and getting to shelter won't cure." He nods towards the buildings. "Where are we, anyway?"